Hiltons Chinese Takeaway

Every action has a reaction, when I missed my flight to Fiji I had to hole up for an unexpected few days in Hawaii.
It was late past midnight, I found some room at a youth hostel and in the morning I rose fresh and invigorated for a day of exploration.
The beach was less than 500 yards away, the heat was intense, the skies were bright blue as far as my eyes could see.
I walked as far as I could to escape the americanised blocks which had swept from the airport throughout the main island of Hawaii.
The beach provided an escape route and the further I walked the more I began to see the real Hawaii.
At times I was the loner on the beach, for miles it seemed. My safety wasn't a factor, facts were there was nobody in the world who knew where I was; I could very easily just disappear.
Beyond a bend I approached a group drinking cold beers from a box buried in the sand, I accepted a beer and introductions were made.
Bane, Anakoni, Kai and a young women Daba were in their early twenties taking time out from college, deciding what to do with their lives.
Amazed at my apparent bravado and Englishness they offered to give me a guided tour of their island of paradise.
Foolishly I accepted, thinking nothing of who they were and where I was being taken.
What transpired was a tour of their homes, local communities, the highlight a session with an Hawaiian band with ukeleles and drums mixed with vocals and much more. People just turned up with random instruments, the music flowed and they soon dispersed as quickly as they had arrived.
Of all the places to end up; Hooters Honolulu served up a meal and a few jugs of ice cold beer, and as promised later that day after a meal and a few jugs of beer they dropped me off outside my hostel.
I still have the beer mat with their contact details on it, if I'm ever in town I will give them a call. After all I wasn't mugged, murdered or taken for a ride.
That night I slept better than I've done for a while, safe in the knowledge that the memories of the day will stay for life. Not a bad reaction to missing a flight, call it karma, luck or just life.